It's down From the Ammo I got my SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat Hit em it in the muthafuckin house All duck get flat, muthfuckas
And still me A rappin brother L.A., the cool T Diss a brother, hate a brother, I come back With the fat tracks, fuck the pop I got a to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull For no Pop suckers hookin for hits like skeezin Prostitutes that shoot, yet you clock loot Dancesteps with the styles, but you look cute Bitch, that wack Let Hammer dance, and you other fools ease The microphone in twist in a clenched fist Mind locked on load of my hit list And make duck rappers talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak Clock juice from L.A. to the Boogie Down I play the map Got hoes like a muthafuckin bear trap Ice T Before hoes gee they need two of I.D. Never fess, not the best, but I'm to shake Huh, the Ice break
Watch the Ice
Yo, let's see now who's to diss me Say I out cause I rocked with the B.C. Y'all are bitches, straight wack Quick to talk shit, but always the back I do whatever I wanna do, hoe I a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear Y'all drink forties, and I drink Cause that's my biz I never sell out, cause no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin done over beats or loud guitars I drop the dope Case you forgot, I invented this gangsta You wanna to me? New jack, walk Come back in LP's, then we can talk You're new, kid, you got a hit out In you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you really out You broke when your one jam played out Now you're for that one more hit I ain't new to this, I got of gold I come original, I break the mold Too many hit, then fold They're just Hah, the Ice break
Watch the Ice
Syndicate jumpin off On some old fly smooth All the muthfuckas out there down us You what I'm sayin? We're rollin All the busters out that got some static to say We're settin this shit off this year Like says: Sucker MC's duck Muthafuckas ain't takin no I'm on busters, point-blank me and it's on up
Now it's the break of And the mic is on All hoes are and the rhymes are damn strong Many MC's that choke from the mic Those who to get with me Lost in infinity Or they breath Try to to the Ice equals sure death Cause then I begin?? than you ever assume Drop the mic, go rap in your living I love the kill Swing on a nigga sometimes just to ill Knuckle up, buster, fool, in his eye All hands, I need no gun, yo punk, if I pull my gun, you die No try I cool out now, so I don't over-freeze Nut up and start MC's Start catchin bodies from state to on a ski mask and walk the streets late And do me up a damn crew The Geto was trippin, but my mind's trickin me too diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your life it be a fun day I hope, nigga, it's not fate That around when the Ice breaks
When the Ice